Pirates

Last Thanksgiving I had the opportunity to go to my cousins family's house in Bountiful where we all enjoyed a hearty meal and many a pleasant conversation around the table. One of which included the idea of introducing the Car Wash Pirates to the Dump Pirates.

You see, my dad and brothers had recently gone to the dump amid some random cleaning of our home and decided that their favorite people there are the guy with the peg leg and the guy with no fingers or hand (I don't remember which. Only that they hoped he would one day wear a pirate hook instead). They were thrilled by this discovery and figured that certainly they must be pirates--even if they didn't know it.

Well my aunt and cousins promptly shared their own experiences with the car wash pirates down the road. Apparently they wear bandanas and have all the tattoos and piercings a pirate might have and they yell to each other (which really actually ends up being more of shouting mumbles cause you can't understand them). They informed us that their car wash pirates would swab their cars and couldn't possibly NOT be pirates.

So naturally we should get the pirates together for a little soiree don't you think? I mean the car wash pirates would want to clean (instinctively) and the dump pirates, well, you can figure that one out...

The Elevator Complex

I noticed something the other day while I was walking on campus. As I walk from building to building going to and from my classes, I take elevators. I know, it seems pretty normal. Who doesn't take an elevator once in a while? But what I realized is that my mind tends to wander while I'm waiting for the elevator to come or for the doors to close, etc. And in those moments, I catch myself rating the different elevators I take on how they would stand up in a horror movie.

For example, if I were running away from some mass murdering psychopath and found this elevator, would it come in time for me to get away before he caught up to me? And for that matter, do the doors close quickly enough that he couldn't get in? And how quickly does the elevator move once the doors are shut? Because everybody knows that if you're running away from a Velociraptor, you'd need to move quickly so it doesn't have time to pry the doors open.

These are the things I think about...